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7:34 p.m.: “Throw in the first pitch for this film,” Rudy Giuliani cracks, signing a baseball for a fan.
7:34 p.m.: “Throw in the first pitch for this film,” Rudy Giuliani cracks, signing a baseball for a fan.
7:43 p.m.: Christie Brinkley walks the red carpet like it’s a catwalk!
12:00 p.m.: The crowd can best be described as frothing for a bargain. I hold my camera over my head and snap the line of VIP shoppers. At the strike of noon the doors open and the stampede races to the vendors. Let the games begin!
12:21 p.m.: Where did Kelly Ripa go? Other photographers fill me in: “It doesn’t look like she’s staying, she’s over there by her car,” they tell me. I sprint over. “Kelly, can I please get a shot?” I plead. “Sure,” she says and sets up her smile and pose. “I wish they’d change the date of this, I have to leave. It’s parents day at my daughter’s camp.” I overhear her say.
6:05 p.m.: Oh hello! I’m greeted at the entrance by some sort of pink Sponge Bob Squarepants meets Gumby creature.
6:08 p.m.: “I’m working on my September collection,” designer Victor De Souza tells me. “Is it inspired by Mickey Mouse?” I joke pointing to his Mouseketeer hat.
6:37 p.m.:These are some lazy artists. I notice at least three performance art pieces that the people appear to be either passed out, drugged out or sleeping.
7:01 p.m.: “What are farming tonight Jamie?” I ask Jamie Gregory, dressed in overalls and a bandana.
7:43 p.m.: “Have you been surfing much?” Monique Pean asks me. “Not as much as I’d like to,” I reply pointing to my gut. “Looks like you just lost your gut,” I laugh, pointing to her newborn.